I am college educated myself, yet I choose to live as a starving artist, busker, freegan, and activist. I choose to live on a shoestring in the most expensive city in the world. And hard as it is to accept what follows, that choice is itself a luxury.
I am privileged.
Does that diminish what I'm doing with my life or in the city? No, it's what I've been called to. My willingness to leverage my privilege on behalf of the poor, for God's Kingdom, brings God glory all the more.
But there are many more people who live in poverty every day, not by their own choosing, who are also following after the heart of God. I hope to join their ranks in solidarity, to cast my lot with theirs. It is an honor to live and serve alongside them, even to be served by them as well.
This is the kind of radical community I am after - marked by generosity, care, love, and justice - til it can be said that there are no needy folks among us.
"All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of their possessions was their own, but they shared everything they had... God's grace was so powerfully at work in them all that there were no needy persons among them."